Candy Chaos

Controlled Chaos and Contractions (35 weeks)

I’m a planner. A compulsive planner, actually. An obsessive, compulsive, list-making planner attempting to control my world at every turn. In some ways this tendency has been a positive force in my life. My ability to plan for every possibility without so much as batting an eyelash has made me an expert administrator in my career, and my ability to maximize every moment of every … Continue reading Controlled Chaos and Contractions (35 weeks)

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Take a Seat (31 weeks)

So the deal with working from home while semi-laid-up and super-duper-pregnant? Not very much fun. Not exciting. Not relaxing. Not pleasant or refreshing or a nice change of pace. Just work, mealtimes, work. Maybe some mid-afternoon stretching. Sometimes the solitude is broken by a text from the office or a last minute request to jump onto a conference call, sometimes by my husband coming out … Continue reading Take a Seat (31 weeks)

Why I Work

Gearing Up and Gearing Down (30 weeks)

On Monday, my office reopened for the new year. Students are returning with their suitcases, faculty are opening up their emails for the first time in weeks, administrative offices are scrambling to meet start of term deadlines and expectations. Everything is getting back in gear, and yet I am gearing down. I celebrated New Year’s Eve with an unplanned trip to the doctor, hooked up … Continue reading Gearing Up and Gearing Down (30 weeks)

Just the right size

The Middle Path (28 weeks)

The biggest argument my husband and I have every time we move doesn’t have to do with money or curtain rods, where to put the sofa or who’s carrying the heaviest (literal and metaphorical) load. It has to do with our daughter’s giant plastic playhouse. We didn’t actually purchase this massive pile of BPA, but inherited it from my parents (sorry mom and dad) when … Continue reading The Middle Path (28 weeks)

Joyful

War is over, if you want it (27 weeks)

I’ve been going about this in entirely the wrong way. When I was pregnant for the first time, I was determined not to become one of those parents who complains all the time about being a parent. “Poor me, I never get to go out anymore, I never get to sleep anymore, I never get to have an uninterrupted adult conversation anymore. Boo hoo hoo. … Continue reading War is over, if you want it (27 weeks)